#dramione — fluff
photo prompt from @zzbottomz.bsky.social
Draco stood in the doorway, arms tucked into his chest as he watched his wife and newborn heir become acquainted with one another.
He had spent the better part of the day keeping his distance, not wanting to impose on a beautiful moment.
photo prompt from @zzbottomz.bsky.social
Draco stood in the doorway, arms tucked into his chest as he watched his wife and newborn heir become acquainted with one another.
He had spent the better part of the day keeping his distance, not wanting to impose on a beautiful moment.
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Draco cautiously strode towards their shared bed, preparing for her to change her mind and send him away at a moment's notice.
"She's o-ours?"
"Yes. She's ours, Draco."
"I love you, Hermione." His voice quivered at the confession.
"And I know you don't feel the same. I know you didn't want any of this or me, but the bloody Ministry and their need for cohabiting to—."
“You don't know anything about my feelings, Draco Malfoy. I've spent a great deal listening to others tell me how I should feel. Don't insinuate that you do as well because I love you, too."
"Now, would you like to hold OUR daughter?"